A couple of guys
In first cl*** on a flight
From New York to Los Angeles
Kinda making small
Talk killin' time
Flirting with the flight attendants
Thirty thousand feet above
Could be Oklahoma
Just a bunch of square
Cornfields and wheat farms
Man it all looks the same
Miles and miles of back roads
And highways
Connecting little towns
With funny names
Who'd want to live down there
In the middle of nowhere
They've never drove through Indiana
Met the man who plowed that earth
Planted that seed
Busted his *** for you and me
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas
They'd understand why God made
Those fly over states
I bet that mile long Santa Fe
Freight train engineer's
Seen it all
Just like that flatbed cowboy
Stacking US Steel
On a three day haul
Roads and rails under their feet
Yeah that sounds
Like a first cl*** seat
On the plains of Oklahoma
With a windshield sunset
In your eyes
Like a watercolored painted sky
You'll think heavens doors
Have opened
You'll understand why God made
Those fly over states
Take a ride across the badlands
Feel that freedom on your face
Breathe in all that open space
Meet a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why God made
You might even wanna
Plant your stakes
In those fly over states
Yeah
Have you ever been through Indiana
On the plains of Oklahoma
Take a ride